After a while, Fang Dongbai's sword technique suddenly turned into a simple and fast way, but at this moment his sword technique changed from complex to simple, from fancy to ancient and clumsy, which was a simple movement of stabbing, picking, cutting, snatching and slashing. However, the sword was fast, with a rainbow of momentum, and its power was aggressive.

Gao Qiang admired: This is the fast sword! Compared to the little eunuchs under Hua Shixiang who were also quick to fight, the same simple set of actions, Fang Dongbai's swordsmanship is not sure how much is it!

Fang Dongbaiwu sword reached its extreme, and his sword technique changed again. From the simple sword technique to a continuous and continuous sword style, silver light flowed. He was covered in white light and could not see clearly. There were huge candles around the room. When his sword wind was forced, the flames were suppressed by the flames. The light in the whole room, as the sound of the sword sounded, light or dark, and in line with the rhythm of the sword, it seemed like a steel sword in Fang Dongbai was illuminating the entire room.

Gao Qiang was peeping outside and was ecstatic. His main skill was on his fists and feet. Although he had a sharp weapon like Ziwei Soft Sword, he did not have any detailed practices in swordsmanship. However, after seeing Fang Dongbai Dance Sword today, he regretted it. Maybe he should ask Zhang Sanfeng for advice on swordsmanship.

He heard Fang Dongbai shouting, and suddenly he closed the sword, standing there with a dignified power. The light from the candle was pressed down by the wind that was brought up by his body. The room darkened, and then he heard a dozen light crackling sounds, and the candle flowers around him burst. It turned out that the candle was forced up by Fang Dongbai's sword wind, and the candle wick was gradually longer and could not be broken. It was only when he closed the sword. "Okay, okay!" He then heard a soft voice and said in a tender voice, "Sir, good sword technique! It is really worthy of the nickname of the Eight-Armed Divine Sword!" Gao Qiang was originally attracted by the sword light, and he was wandering around in this mood. He had an insight, but after hearing this sound, his body suddenly stiffened, and his heart suddenly jumped twice, thinking: Could it be her?

He peeked through the gap, but saw Fang Dongbai respectfully bowing to the front, and said warmly: "Just just now, I have used the thirteen sets of sword techniques that I have been proud of in my life, such as the soul-chasing sword, the one-word Qiankun sword, and the eighteen-way spiral sword techniques. These sword techniques may be attacking, or have strict defenses or have multiple killer moves, but I don't know which set of sword techniques the princess has liked?"

The voice said charmingly: "Mr. Fang's magical skills are so hard that I can see my eyes. Well, sir, you might as well take a rest for a while and allow me to look at other people's skills before making a decision."

Fang Dongbai said: "Abide by the order."

Then he put away his sword and retreated silently. Gao Qiang was unable to see the woman due to the location problem. Looking from the hole, Fang Dongbai stepped aside and stepped aside. A large piece of square stone blue bricks were laid on the ground. In front of him was a huge step with very gorgeous animal fur on it. However, a bright green satin skirt was laid straight down, and a goose-yellow women's shoes with soft pearls inlaid with thumb-sized soft skin collapsed on it. A piece of white and tender skin like mutton fat was revealed. Gao Qiang's head roared, and for some reason, his face was hot, and he couldn't help but think: Zhao Min, this must be Zhao Min, otherwise there would be a second little princess?

At this time, another person came onto the stage and smiled and said, "Princess, the little monk's kung fu is a rough and powerful skill outside the Buddhist sect. Although his kung fu is good, it is not suitable for women to learn. I will use it first. Take a look at it slowly."

Gao Qiang saw that this man was wearing a yellow monk's robe, with a strong and strong bald head and a bulging muscles. He heard that although he had a few good words, he could not hide the violent aura in his voice. Who else was besides the San Congo monk?

He watched Congo take a deep breath, his chest bulged high, as if there was a large balloon hidden inside. He sniffed suddenly, his arms were rotated and his five fingers were spreading. When he twisted his waist, he instantly attacked Zhou Yuan's air. Gao Qiang looked carefully, but he saw that his attack methods were different in each direction, either tiger claws or crane palms, snake fists or inch fingers, and his body stood still. He was all soft and could use this trick in his body in a rotating iron bridge. However, he attacked twelve moves around in an instant.

Congo stomped his feet again. The stone slab under his feet shattered, his body was three points shorter, he roared again, his legs were split, and his body was falling apart. The twelve moves just now were used to burst out, and then the sound of sniffing sounds sounded, and all the twelve moves hit the surrounding bricks and stones.

Congo jumped gently, his face did not blush and his heart did not beat. He bowed and retreated.

Looking at the eight stone slabs around the gravel slabs he was standing just now, leaving his guidance and palm prints, which clearly visible palm prints. Gao Qiang was originally moved by his heart because he heard Zhao Min's voice. When he saw this move based on the powerful Vajra finger, he calmed down instantly. He secretly admired him. No wonder this thief bald dragon claw hand can break the emptiness. His kung fu is so superb. If he hadn't met Zhang Wuji... he would have heard Zhao Min giggle and said, "Master is good kung fu, but this is indeed not suitable for me to learn."

Two men in green robe walked out there. Gao Qiang saw their backs and knew that they were the two elders Xuanming. These two hadn't seen each other for eight years. They looked straight like ancient cypresses and pines. I guess they had improved their skills in the past eight years. He listened to Lu Zhanke and said, "Princess, the master, our brothers' kung fu is to win with internal strength. We don't take quick tricks, so we let the princess see an interesting gadget."

Lu Zhanke and He Biweng looked at each other and walked to the stone bricks on the ground destroyed by Congo. The two of them flew out like flying, swept the stone powder into the crack of the gravel, shouting in unison, and they leaned over, Siming pressed their palms on the broken brick in the middle for a moment. Gao Qiang saw white smoke coming from the two of them, knowing that they were mobilizing their internal strength, but they didn't know what tricks they were doing.

The two suddenly stood up at the same time, laughed twice, and retreated as if no one else was around. Gao Qiang saw that they were not very considerate and thoughtful, and probably because they were superior to others, they became arrogant because of their skills. Gao Qiang suddenly thought that Zhao Min shouted to these masters like slaves on Wudang Mountain, but he thought that King Ruyang respected these people, let alone Zhao Min? Back then, that was just a show in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

The deer walker waved and saw eight warriors coming from the side. Several people used their swords and guns to dig out nine bricks and stones. However, they saw that the broken bricks were intact at the moment, with crystal clear surfaces. They were actually transformed into ice by the two elders Xuanming and frozen the broken stones.

Zhao Min clapped her palms again and said in her mouth: "Such internal strength is so deep that it cannot be tilted. The Xuanming Divine Palm is worthy of the word "Divine".

Lu Zhanke hurriedly said, "Princess, Xuan Ming is naturally a divine palm, but this internal force is definitely not as deep and unfathomable as the four words. If you talk about internal force, Master Yuanzhen is the most brilliant!"

A soft voice sounded, saying, "Why should Brother Lu Jian be so polite..."

Gao Qiang was sweating in cold sweat outside. When he heard the sound, he knew that the monk Tiansha Yuanzhen was actually inside!

Because of the direction, Gao Qiang did not see Yuanzhen, so he heard Ruowu's footsteps sound. Yuanzhen's black monk robe was wearing, walked slowly in the middle of the room, and called the Buddha's yell: "The right arm of the greedy monk has lost, his skills have greatly reduced, and his tricks of carving insects make you laugh."

Yuanzhen threw away his right arm in the ancient tomb stone Bagua formation and became like his ancestor Yang Guo. He saw him lift his left left arm and gently flick the few huge stone slabs that had just been dug out on one side through the monk's robe.

He heard three sniffs and puffs, but saw three round pits on the huge rock that were deep and over an inch deep, and the monk's robe was not broken at all. Yuan Zhen smiled slightly and retreated back to his original position. Everyone was surprised and exclaimed.

Gao Qiang felt a headache outside and was so scared that he kept his breathing, and tried his best to use the mysterious mental method, and started the turtle breathing chapter in the Nine Yin Scriptures. His breathing gradually slowed down, then it seemed to be there or not, and finally stopped completely, relying on the pure and innocent qi in his body to maintain his life.

There have been many turtle breathing skills in the world since ancient times, but there are almost no such magical techniques as the Nine Yin True Sutra. Gao Qiang is now using the light turtle breathing technique, with clear eyes and clear minds. If he operates the deep turtle breathing technique, his mind will be closed, and even if someone stabs it with a needle, he will not wake up.

This kung fu was the kung fu that Huang Shang used to spy on the information of his enemy and avoided his enemies' death and dependence on his life. Gao Qiang used it to peek at others and showed his kung fu this day. This was the time to use it. This was also a magical skill that Yang Xueyi had spread within seven days.

The enemy was right in front of him. The masters of several masters were just a piece of paper, and there were playmates from childhood. The proud little princess, Gao Qiang suddenly thought of Yang Xueyi's good dear in her heart. Maybe she knew at that time that I would inevitably encounter such dangers when I walked around the world in the future?

In the room, a low male voice laughed a few times and said, "Master Yuanzhen doesn't have to be humble. Although the master has lost one arm, his skills are more pure. This illusionate Yin finger is the first finger in the world."

Gao Qiang couldn't see his eyes, but the sound came from behind Zhao Min, and then listened to Lu Zhanke saying: "That's right, exactly, what the prince said is, it's ridiculous that the dull person in the palace, who didn't know what the world's best fingering method was, actually went to the Western Regions to seize the Yiyang fingering guide, and the generals were damaged, and now there was only one disciple left."

Gao Qiang suddenly realized that it was King Ruyang here. No wonder so many masters worked hard to "show", and it was not just a shame for Zhao Min.

He Biweng smiled and said, "Master Ku, you are left, you can't retreat."

Gao Qiang watched Kutoutuo walk out, still tall and yellow hair dancing, but his back looked a little hunched. It was obvious that Kutoutuo was not satisfied with his heart eight years ago. He didn't know that Kutoutuo was heartbroken eight years ago, and he naturally avoided the unhappiness after eight years.
Chapter completed!